Saint Stupid and all his worshippers

I am reminded of the unique-ness of the city in which I still happily work in various strange and wonderful ways ...

The fog that rolls over the shoulders of the hills as I drive in some mornings.

The earthquakes and the ways in which people react to them. (We had one on Monday. I was in an elevator in a skyscraper. The elevator box swayed a little bit from side to side but eh - *shrug* - whatever.)

The Doggie Diner Parade Float

that always appears for the Saint Stupids Day Parade.

Only in SF?